Why, then thou art an executioner.
Glou. Thy son I kill’d for his presumption.
[35] K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill’d when first thou didst presume,
Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
And many an old man’s sigh and many a widow’s,
40 And many an orphan’s water-standing eye—
[♦] Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
[♦] And orphans for their parents’ timeless death—